Sorry! My blog is acting up!

Guys, I'm sorry if you keep getting my D post on your feed. Something really weird is going on with my scheduling. For some reason my blog doesn't want to schedule it, it keeps posting it despite the date being set at the 5th. Hmmm ... I guess I'll just have to leave it as a draft ... Any ideas?

Tomorrow Tis The Time for TAKE OFF!

Tomorrow begins the A to Z April Challenge. If you are participating, good luck! If you are simply a bystander, enjoy our posts! If you don't really know, I hope you drop by some time to see how we're going.

BUT! I'd like to announce a little twist regarding my posts - how could I disappoint? As well as abiding by the rules of this challenge, I am also going to challenge myself to use as many words as possible starting with the specified letter for each day to keep my alliteration alive.

Watcha think? Can I do it? I think I'm making this really hard for myself. But let's see. I'm determined!

Happy April Blogging!

Do Do Do, Don't Wait

I believe that for some, writing is like wanting to be a mother. You’ve spent your entire young adult years dying to have a baby (write), but wondering when would be the right time. Your maternal (writing) instincts are strong, perhaps stronger than average. The urge to be a mother (a writer) is all you keep thinking about, but you keep delaying it in the hope that you can fulfill all your other dreams first, and gain some experience - fulfil the dreams that aren’t quite as important, but nevertheless things that you’d like to achieve in your lifetime before you dedicate the majority of your time to being a mother (writer). Then you reach an age where you feel you’ve done everything that you’ve wanted to do and all that’s left to do is to have a baby (write your first novel). The path you chose to take, however, you now realize, has led you to an empty space. It’s only now that you realize you should have had a baby (written) first, while you did all the other things, because now you can't conceive (remember all your ideas). So, if you want to be a writer (or a mother), don't wait any longer. Start procreating NOW!

Check out this AWESOME Challenge!

Want to participate in the "Blog Boggled: Blogging From A to Z April Challenge" just for the fun of it?

Tossing it out blog has set forth a challenge to all bloggers for the month of April. She asks: "Can you post every day except Sundays during this month? And to up the bar, can you blog thematically from A to Z?" Whatcha reckon? Read more about it here.

What do we women wish for?

Sometimes I wish I was brought up living on a little farm and all I knew how to do was milk the cows and collect eggs. I wish all I ever knew about the outside world was what I read in the out-of-date secondhand school books I had as a child because that’s all my parents were able to afford. If I lived on a little farm, I would grow up to be so loyal to my family that I would take over the farm when they died simply to keep it in the family. I would then teach my kids how to milk the cows and collect eggs and when it would be time for me to die, I would die content and satisfied with my achievements, because I would have achieved what I had set out to achieve. My kids would then take over the farm to keep it in the family too and it would continue like this for generations. My great great grandchildren would look at photographs of me on the farm and say, ‘Wow, can you imagine being alive then?’ That’s what I do when I look at old photographs of my grandparents. I look at the captured moment of happiness and that’s what lives on forever.

Has it ever occurred to you that the less one has and knows, the happier they are? The more one knows about the world, the more one wants to explore, and the more torn one feels. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, in fact, it’s exactly like me, and it's called ambition, but I do wonder sometimes, would my emotions fluctuate so much, if I didn’t have all these ambitions that I can’t possibility do, all at the same time, and which make me feel like I’m not achieving my goals because there is too much that I want to achieve? If I had a simple life on a farm for instance, and never knew any better, would I be happier?

Do you think you would be more content if you wanted less?

The Writing Show, Slush Pile Workshop No.1

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Master Maturity Mustn't Matter

Someone once told me that you know you have fully matured when you can comfortably act childish. Well, I’ve never stopped acting childish from the word go, so does that mean I was mature as a child? Or does that mean I’ll never be mature because I never made the transition from child to adult in order to become child again?

I’m 29 years old and I still feel as though I have the mind of a budding teenager. But for some reason, lately, I've ceased to let the public see that side of me. I must appear a woman who’s really got it together to people who don’t know me very well. Actually, now that I think about it, does anyone really know me inside out?

My problem is, I never let my vulnerability see the light of day anymore. When did it become wrong to show one's flaws or idiosyncrasies? And what made me feel I had to? Is it just me who thinks and feels like this? Or do other people assume a front exuding with responsibility and rationality as well? If it is just me, then when and how does the mature, rational and responsible metamorphoses occur? Is there something I'm supposed to buy? A pill? A psychologist? A cough syrup?

But, you know what? Today I've decided that I'm going to take pride in being childish. It's time to let down my hair! (Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, Flow it, show it, Long as God can grow it, My hair ...)

Don't you think life is too short to worry about how others perceive you? I certainly do. How about you?